#SelenaGomez #Lupus #KidneyFailure #afriend #Inspiration

Have you guys heard it?

Selena Kidney

This is the most saddened, surprise yet inspiring news for this September month.

Selena found she has a sick called lupus back in 2014. Seriously, I got to know of this word only through her. “Lupus” it’s an autoimmune disease where your body immune system turns against your body parts and tissues which it’s supposed to protect. At worse, it can affect your bone density, heart, liver, pancreas, and brain.

That’s what happened to this famous super cool pop singer #SelenaGomez. So, she had to go through a kidney transplant. Another super cool fact is that one of her friend named “Francia Raisa” is generous to donate her kidney for her. I mean I have no words to say. Would I do that for my friend? I’m totally doubtful on myself. “Francia Raisa” you have my utmost respect.

Just before she had the surgery, she released her new album song Fetish. Watch it here My question now is; she had all the money in the world to take a break to get rest or even to quit her career to live her own life. Why the hell, she need to work (I mean so) hard to release an album before the surgery? Oh!!… COME ON!!…

Right after the surgery, she announced her new collaboration with “PUMA”. Do I have a word to describe how she had inspired me with her act? No, I don’t have.

Puma

I mean have she had the surgery? It’s so invisible.

How old is she? What!!! Just 25? Where the hell, she got this much of inspiration from? Where she finds her motivation to put that work equal to her life?

If I were Selena, would I have done the same? I don’t think so.

She showed me how serious we should consider our work is.

She showed me how committed we should be to our work.

Nothing gets to higher other than your commitment to the work.

tatta, (bubbye)

#tamaka

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#Rohingya: The #Discriminated Minority in #Myanmar

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Photo Credit : Soe Zeya Tun/Reuters

I am skipping scrolling whenever I come across of their pictures in social media. How could it be so much of pain in one single picture? Why their eyes are conveying unendurable pain?

This is not the first time humans are discriminated by the name of religion, race, colour, country, nationality, gender and so on, you name it.

The earth, the land is belongs to no one. In fact, no one knows the CREATOR. Who are you to claim ownership of it?

How can it be a person become so unwanted out of nowhere?

THE OTHER SIDE OF ME …

Thank God it’s in Myanmar. Would I accept them; if they were to be in Malaysia? Have I accepted the foreigners who have occupied Malaysia right now?

Am I thinking all those beggars who were flooding the city street at night are not discriminated in Malaysia?

Am I thinking I’m not discriminated as a minority in my own country?

What should I answer? What Should I do now?? ………………..

tatta, (bubbye)

#tamaka

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[Street Life] #Petaling Street/ #Chinatown #KualaLumpur

I never thought being early at street and witness the daily life can teach me life changing lessons. From ordinary people to a beggar, it requires consistent hard work to survive. The street lives I had witnessed had inspired me to work harder. The daily hustle of ordinary people reminds me how laid back I am. So far, it’s been a great motivation for my life. Thus, I have created these series, hoping it will inspire you too.

All pictures shared here are mostly captured on early morning to best reflect the hustles. All snaps are taken within Malaysia unless stated otherwise.

Place: #Petaling Street/ #Chinatown #KualaLumpur     Date: 12 June 2017

tatta, (bubbye)

#tamaka

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Today, on this date, I’m happy to be “ME”

It’s no longer the same after 8th of this month. I know I need to add (+) one more year to my age. But first of all, how old am I? Why am I kept forgetting my age? Why I need a calculator at all time when I wanted to how old I am? Hmmm, maybe because I have stopped calculating it already.

Eight have dominated my life somehow in every positive ways I would say. Somehow, I could be a destiny child for eight. I felt the number so much in me. Maybe, that’s way I got attracted it so much.

I knew everything and anything happened in my life is happened for a reason. The good, the bad, the hurdles, the hard work, the stress, the frustration, the pain, the lost, the miserable, the loneliness, the abusive, the joy carries its very own reason.

To tell the truth, I didn’t really do anything in my life with a concise thought. I was merely following my heart and what is right at that time.

I don’t really give serious thought to anything in my life except when I’m sad.

I don’t enjoy talking about my personal life and feelings to anyone in my life. I love to keep it to myself. I enjoy loneliness in my own way. I love to do self talk. Today, I realised I have lost myself talk in the process of growing up. I’ll die keeping my life only to myself. None, would really know the real me and I like to keep it that way.

I’m glad for staying grounded. I’m glad; I always know the reality of life. I’m glad, I don’t easily get influenced.

Today, I want to thank the MOTHER of NATURE for moulding me to whom I am today. I’m happy I spent so much time of my life with nature instead of people.

I’m happy to be who I am. I’m glad; I’m born this way.

I know I’m unique in my own way. I know I’m being very truthful to myself. I know I’m very sincere in heart.

I know I’m not someone in this society yet. I know I’m not rich yet. I know I’m not there yet where I’m supposed to be. But, I’m happy to be who I am today.

Today, on this date, I’m happy to be “ME”

Besides my flaws, I’m blessed more than I should.

Happy Belated Birthday #tamaka

tatta, (Bubbye)

#tamaka

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[Street Life] Pasar Seni #KualaLumpur

I never thought being early at street and witness the daily life can teach me life changing lessons. From ordinary people to a beggar, it requires consistent hard work to survive. The street lives I had witnessed had inspired me to work harder. The daily hustle of ordinary people reminds me how laid back I am. So far, it’s been a great motivation for my life. Thus, I have created these series, hoping it will inspire you too.

All pictures shared here are mostly captured on early morning to best reflect the hustles. All snaps are taken within Malaysia unless stated otherwise.

The sweeper who is working hard on weekend for that low salary because he has family to feed. 

The feeling of ignored on our country when we are struggling to secure a job while foreigners are easily starting up a business.

The hardship of surviving of ignored and abandoned people in the city. Life is not fair for everyone. Surviving is the most things in life.


This young couple are around their 70’s wondering around city holding hand. What a great message for a great marriage life.

People Are Insane 

Scenario: While seeking for used chair; I saw this man having fun with a bird. The left leg of the bird tied to tiny yarn. He threw the bird over the sky and pulling the yarn; enjoying the pain of the bird. People are watching it and not bothered at all. I decided to confront him. I walked to his tiny grocery shop.

Me: Why you want to do that?

Him: 😶

Me: Where is the bird (in hindi)

Him: Saya takra faham. (I don’t understand)

Me: Where is the bird?

Him: Hand gesture 👋 (No more)

Me: I saw it just now, you are holding it.

Him: 😶

Me: Release the bird now. I’ll be standing here until you release it.

Him: 😶

Me: NOW. Release it. Have you married?? Do you have kids?

His Friends: He is single.

Me: Get married and have a child. Then, you will know the pain. You are crazy. Your brain is corrupted.

His friends: 😂 😂 😂 😂 😂

Him: I’m married with two kids.

Me: Tell him not to do this again. If not, I’ll report him. Your friend is a crazy man.

He cut the yarn and took a snap of the bird. Then, he released the bird over the sky and gestured good bye.

Him: Sorry.

Me: Don’t say that to me. Say that to that poor bird.

I walked away.

He is a bad example of a Bangladeshi.

We should educate people not to find pleasure in someone’s pain.

STOP supporting ‘just kidding’ kind of shows.

Tatta, (Bubbye)

#tamaka